Sunday, May 19, 2013

This blog is evolving. When I started blogging in 2005, it
was to capture some of my thoughts regarding a journalism fellowship I was with. Was travelling with journalists from all over US and the Asia Pacific
region to different cities (Hawaii, Shanghai, Beijing, Silicon Valley, to Bangalore
and Chennai). Then the blog evolved into something that discussed globalization,
politics and culture. Serious, boring stuff. In 2009, a new career track forced me to take a hiatus
for four years.

Now, I thought I need to revive the blog. Some kind of a mental shadow boxing. This time around,
it will a little bit more personal: reflections about life outside work, if there's any. Reading books, fiction and nonfiction, is a hobby so a friend suggested that
I should regularly write book reviews. Good idea. So maybe I should focus not
about the book itself, but about Filipino identity, or how we are portrayed in
literature. Somehow, Filipino characters portrayed in these fictional works
reveal just how other cultures perceive us, or even the way we perceive
ourselves. Would that be fine? Would that be interesting?

Friday, May 17, 2013

One night in Shanghai, we (journalist friends from India, US, Taiwan and the Philippines) stumbled upon a place called Xintiandi. There was a bar called Luna, where a rock band from Manila was playing. I scribbled these lines after that visit. That was probably five years ago?

In Shanghai’s nights
They found Xintiandi
Lurking in the shadows—
A walker in a dark alley?
Is she a Babylon
In the belly of the dragon
Or an oasis, in a desert
Worshipping mammon?
From the monsoon winds
We came through Luna’s lair
Where a priestess asserts her will
Through melodies from hell.
To the whining strings
She writhes and screams,
While the drunken throng cries
Like damned souls in flames.
To the thunder of the drums
They curse and dance;
Through the songs’ violence
Their purge their shame.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

After the failure of US Navy Seals to rescue American
hostages held by Abu Sayyaf, Mitch Rapp, CIA’s top counterterrorist agent-turned
bureaucrat, has to come to the Philippines to do the job himself. He rooted out
the traitors from within the US State Department and their accomplice in the
Philippines, wiped out the band of kidnappers or terrorists, and foiled a larger global menace whose tentacles traces back to the corridors
of money and power in the Middle East.

Consider this: Abu Sayyaf snatched the hostages from Samar
and brought them to their supposed lair in Dinagat Island. Seriously? Could you
imagine the presence of Abu Sayyaf in Dinagat Island? Flyn’s Abu Sayyaf speaks “Filipino.”
If he did simple research, he will know without much effort that Abu Sayyaf operates largely in Basilan and Sulu areas. They speak their own dialects
(mostly Tausug or Yakan) and not Tagalog or Filipino.

They could never thrive
in Dinagat due to ethnic, language or even religious differences, not to mention the constraints of physical terrain (unless you consider the island's natural bonsai forests as good shelter for guerillas). Dinagatnons
are mostly Visayans (Surigaonons).

The supposed accomplice in the Philippines is named General “Moro.”
Another character is named General “Rizal.” Both surnames are not used in the
Philippines. Not anymore.

Of course, it's fiction. But fiction could use accurate
background information to be credible.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

“Two people trying to beat the crap out of each other for a
prize – isn’t that barbaric?”

Friends always ask these questions every time they learned I
got a ticket for either a mixed martial arts (MMA) or boxing card.

If it’s true that our forefathers clubbed each other for pieces
of meat or a handful of berries, prizefighting in today’s world may deserve
that label.

In fairness to our cave-dwelling forefathers, they may have figured
out early on that they can also get what they wanted, or at least some of it,
by haggling and bargaining. Negotiations must have yielded results that were
mutually beneficial. Out of this process evolved complex relationships of
give-and-take that blossomed into what we now call “civilized behavior.” Nevertheless,
one cannot deny that prizefighting could trace back to that early, nasty episode
in human evolution.

Prizefighting actually thrives in advanced societies.

Greece had pankration (a
combination of boxing and wrestling with few rules) in their Olympics and while
Rome had gladiators. Where do we hold the biggest prizefights covered by media
and beamed to millions of homes worldwide in modern times? America. Europe. Japan.
These countries have advanced economies, produce cutting-edge technologies that
are changing the world, and churn out culture (songs, media, dances, fashion,
philosophy, etc.) that are constantly shaping the way we live. So it’s tempting
to say that the huge and glamorous prize-fighting events in these societies,
beamed to millions of homes worldwide through TV and the Internet, are probably socio-cultural
indicators of "greatness."

I heard another “theory.” Maybe human nature hasn’t really
changed since the days of the cave dwellers. We have all the accoutrements of
modernity now (smart phones, internet, jets, better plumbing, glamorous
clothes, table manners, air-conditioning, morning-after pill, etcetera) but we
probably haven’t gone far beyond who we really are since humans first
experienced the thrill of watching fights among fellow savages. (Watch those
crime reports, read the newspapers today and you will realize that lots of places
in the world remain in the Hobbesian state of nature “where life is nasty,
brutish and short.”)

Over time, social expectations (mores, laws, regulations,
treaties, agreements, ethics, religion, etc.) have tempered human impulses. Obeying
these rules and expectations, usually buttressed by State violence (i.e. the
courts, cops and the army), is part of the “social contract” to prevent humans
from annihilating each other. This arrangement is getting more important by the
day as the the effectiveness of the tools for killing and maiming (automatic
rifles, machine guns, biological agents, nukes) is improving by the minute. But
it seems like there’s this subconscious and persistent – nay primal – urge for
either employing or watching violence. To use Sigmund Freud’s phraseology, is
this primarily to “to work off the intolerable burdens of civilization”?

Hence, we have sports competitions which are essentially simulations
of combat and from which audiences derive vicarious experience and pleasure. I
suppose we have ‘action’ films for the same reason. (We no longer have
gladiators around – passé – because we can now watch combat and bedlam either on
LED TV or the movie screen).